#8Sunday: The Whisper of Time has been nominated for a RONE award

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My time travel novella, The Whisper of Time, has been nominated for a RONE award in the novella and short story category!

This week's eight are the first eight from the book:

It figured that I would get lost. Kyle was always telling me I had a terrible sense of direction. “Turn left,” I would say, and he would answer “Which left, Gwynn, yours or mine?” I used to think everything Kyle said was charming.
I’d since found out that Kyle, like GPS, had a limited range. Out here, in the middle of Vermont farm country, my GPS had stopped functioning. A signal kept insisting the phone was searching for a satellite, but it was becoming pretty clear that the satellite was nowhere to be found. It was hiding, perhaps, from the snippy woman’s voice that commanded me to turn left when I wanted to turn right.

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The Whisper of Time has been nominated for a RONE award!

I've got a second RONE award nomination this year! The Whisper of Time has been nominated for a RONE award in the novella and short story category.
In the next step of the process, readers are asked to vote. I would love it if you would pop over and vote for the book.
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#8Sunday: The P-Town Queen is a RONE nominee!

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I was very chuffed, pleased, and generally bowled over to find out the P-Town Queen has been nominated for a RONE award in contemporary romance.

The book is a romantic comedy set in Provincetown, Massachusetts. It's told from two first person points of view; that of the heroine, Nikki and that of the hero, Marco. The two first person structure was a little tricky, as I had to have openings for both characters. Last week, I posted Nikki's first eight lines, which open the book. This week, I give you Marco's first eight lines, which are the first lines of chapter 2:

I’ll never make gnocchi again. Don’t get me wrong, I like a nice
gnocchi and I do it up pretty good, if I do say so myself. With just the right balance of cream and garlic, it’s food for the angels as my Nona would have said. But some foods, they have memories attached, and gnocchi, that’s a memory I’d just as soon forget.

It was me and Angelo Del Rossi in the kitchen at Roma’s. Angie,
he’s this big slow thug of a guy. Jesus and Mary, he didn’t know a paring knife from a carving knife and was not likely to learn anytime soon. I was cooking for my silent partner, Fat Phil Lazario.


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The P-Town Queen has been nominated for a RONE!

I'm excited to announce that The P-Town Queen has been nominated for a RONE award in contemporary romance!
In the next step of the process, readers are asked to vote. I would love it if you would pop over and vote for the book.
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#8Sunday It doesn't get any better than this, does it?

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This week, my romantic comedy The P-Town Queen was chosen by my publisher, Champagne Books, as their book of the year.  Does it get any better than this????

This week's snippet is the first eight lines of The P-Town Queen:

I did not blow up the Mona Lisa. Not only did I not blow up theMona Lisa—an old leaker of a boat whose blowing up could be construed as a favor to the aptly named Rusty Cook—I did not blow up any part of Rusty’s marina. My brothers will, of course, say otherwise. They had quite
the laugh at my expense over coffee at Ella’s Place.
     Rusty had been on the lookout for a boat for me. It had taken a lot of gumption and crow-eating to get to a place where I could consider buying a boat. I needed a cheap one, because God only knew how much money I’d be able to squeeze out of the Massachusetts Bay Commission via the research
grant proposal I’d spent three long months laboring to produce.The head of the commission was Ned Anderson.

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P-Town Queen has been selected as Champagne Books Novel of the Year.

 

I'm very excited, verklemped, overwhelmed and totally chuffed. My romantic comedy, The P-Town Queen has been chosen as Champagne Books Novel of the year!

The P-Town Queen is a crazy romp of a story, set in Provincetown Massachusetts. The heroine is a shark researcher who has lost the grant she had and wants desperately to get another one to continue doing the work she loves. The hero is running from the mob. He's moved to Provincetown, taken an assumed name and is pretending to be gay, because he figures the gangster after him would never look for him in P-Town's gay community. 

The two meet and fall for each other, but neither makes a move. She thinks he's gay and he has to continue to pretend to be gay. And so it goes... 

I think they gave the book the award because, in it, I blow up a dead whale. It's such fun to be a fiction writer!

Here's a snippet from that section of the book.

 At that point, a guy in a jacket labeled SWAT came over. Our new cop friend introduced us.
       “Oh, good,” said the SWAT man, a guy named Herman LeBlanc.“Just the experts we need.” Then he asked, with all due seriousness, how much TNT did we, in our expert opinions, think was necessary to blow up a whale carcass. “We’ve got ten tons under her,” he said, “but we’re thinking
we ought to put down another ten. We want to make sure we get her good, in small enough pieces so the tide can take her out. If we can manage it.”
     Max looked like he was going to have an apoplexy. He put his hands to his head and called the whole idea  imbecilic.
      I, on the other hand, realized that we could call them imbecilic all we wanted. Somebody wanted to blow up a whale and, come hell or high tide, they were going to blow up a whale. Besides which, I do have a little bit of bad girl in me. “Ten more ought to do her,” I told Officer LeBlanc.

  

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